The night the ancient candle dragon inner elixir was stolen, the sky collapsed, the seas hung upside down, and the human flood turned into a hundred-foot-long black dragon raging. Zhu Jin was carrying the Burning Heaven Halberd and crushing the Nine Heavens, vowing to tear off the pill thief's muscles and bones - but when the mortal woman who always held up the candy paintings and giggled at him came closer with wet eyes, the dragon scales he was proud of were uncontrollably hot.
Xian'e was heartbroken and said: "Your Highness! She caused you to fall from your position as a god. Now you have to rely on spells and seals to move the clouds and rain!"
With a cold face, he put sweet and sour lotus root slices into her bowl: "This is called experiencing mortal fireworks."
The god will cry to heaven and earth: "She caused you to be blown to pieces in a thunderstorm!"
He silently stuffed the roasted sweet potatoes into her arms: "Just in time to remove the moisture."
Until one day, the girl grabbed his clothes and whispered with a red face: "It's over, I seem to like you a little..."
The dragon's tail swept over half of the mountain. The dragon's horns glowed golden with excitement, but he leaned over and bit the tassel in her hair. The dragon's breath was hot: "It's not enough. You stole my inner elixir, ruined my path to immortality, and disturbed the three worlds to know that Zhulong fell into the hands of a little girl." He pulled her into his arms, and his scales brushed against her wrist. "From today on, you have to spend all your life to reheat my messed up heart."
